Nature's out to get me. Seriously.

I feel like the main character in that movie, the name of which escapes me, who sets himself up as the target for a bunch of woodland creatures after threatening to develop on a nature preserve.

So far tonight, I've had a moth dive-bomb me, smacking me RIGHT across the head, I've had a mouse knock over my big, Low D whistle (Think two feet of steel pipe machined into a musical instrument ;-)), giving me my second heart attack of the night.

Finally, a grasshopper managed to work his way into my bedroom, and unfortunately for him, he chose the exact moment I was deeply engrossed in reading something to jump right onto my computer monitor.

I left the mouse and the moth alone, but the third time, I had enough. I got a flyswat, and I knocked that little buggar across the entire length of my bedroom. To quote a friend when I told him about it...

GOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hopefully the wolf spiders will at least continue to leave me alone. :-P

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